Cas seemed a little more settled after they ate their bananas. Dean didn't know if it was because Cas was full and not hungry anymore, or was it because Dean stuck around, not wandering off in search of something again. They talked a little more about the shell that transported them here, how it was probably a cursed object or something and Cas expressed his hope that Sam took it with him when he left the witch's lair in search for them.

Logically, Dean knew Sam would do whatever he could to get them out of there, but he couldn't just sit and do nothing.

"It's getting late now, but tomorrow, I think I should search this place a little more, see if there is anything around. Anything that might help us get out of here, or at least make things a little easier on us." Cas' face seemed to crumple a little at Dean's words before he offered a suggestion.

"Perhaps it would be wise to wait a day or two for me to heal so that I could accompany you?"

Dean's suspicions were confirmed, Cas was definitively scared of being left alone. Dean's heart ached, the angel looked so vulnerable. And even if Dean wanted to resolve this as soon as possible and for them to find their way back home, he knew he wouldn't be able to tell Cas no. Besides, it would be good if he had backup, right? Just in case.

"Yeah, you're probably right. No sense in going out there alone, if something happened to me, you'd have no way of knowing, or finding me. We, um… We can wait."

Cas gave him a small, grateful smile, and for a moment it seemed as if he wanted to say something more, but then he cleared his throat and nodded, giving Dean a simple "Thank you."

It was in fact getting pretty late and Dean suddenly felt exhausted. Well, to be fair, he had felt like that a while back, but had pushed through, because they had been hungry. Well, Cas had been, but that wasn't relevant. Now that Dean had done everything he could have, he felt the adrenaline slowly dissipate, taking all of Dean's energy with him.

He glanced around, his brows furrowing more and more as he realized there wasn't a good spot to settle down. A few spots were too much in the open, the others had a too rough ground, not to mention none of the spots provided any shelter against the wind that was slowly picking up. There was only one place he could settle down to sleep and that was right next to Cas.

Talk about a sharing-one-bed trope.

"Um…"

"You should get some rest, Dean. You have been on your feet for the better part of the day and since I will not be able to move tomorrow either, you are going to need your strength. Come," Cas said, motioning towards him, like it was the most normal thing. Like Dean could just crawl up next to him, snuggle and fall asleep.

Yet his feet were moving before he even registered it, and the next thing Dean knew, he was sliding in beside Cas, carding his fingers through the soft grass that would be their bed for the night. He felt oddly nervous, his heart beating so fast, it felt like it would leap out of his chest any moment. And Cas? Cas just smiled at him, like all of this was perfectly normal. The angel took his now dry coat and threw it over them both, making Dean scoot closer to make sure the coat reached over Cas' back.

They were so close. So close their noses were almost touching. But Cas didn't seem to care, if the content expression and that lingering smile on his face were anything to go by. Or maybe he did care? Maybe, it wasn't just Dean's wild dreams, maybe the angel felt the same about him?

Dean could never risk finding out. It would mean potentially losing Cas, losing his best friend and after everything they had gone through, Dean just couldn't risk it.

Yet, as worried as Dean was, he surprisingly drifted off to sleep fairly easily. Or maybe he was just exhausted. Afterall, there were too many maybes going around.

They woke up simultaneously, and a lot closer than they fell asleep. Their faces were only a few inches apart, but their bodies… They were both pressed flush against one another, arms wrapped around each other, and Dean could feel tingles start to cruise around his body. That was before he registered the cold.

They were both shivering, the cool air coming from the sea washing over them, the chill seeping into their bones. Without thinking, they both cuddled closer. It should have been weird. It should have been awkward, uncomfortable. And whilst Dean's mind raced with all sorts of frantic thoughts, he felt himself relaxing into the embrace. It was nice.

They stayed like that for a long time, silent, absorbing each other's body heat as the sun slowly rose up on the horizon. This close, Dean was able to gaze upon the angel's face without having to worry about being caught or what Cas might think of that. As much as he liked every part of that face, the eyes, the little strands of hair that fell over his forehead, the perpetually dry lips, it was Cas' cheeks that always drew his attention.

So many times he wanted to reach out and touch the smooth surface, feel the soft skin underneath his fingers. Cas never had a stubble, no sign of any facial hair, ever. It probably had something to do with his grace trying to maintain his vessel in that pristine, presentable condition, but it was still fascinating.

So many times he wanted to press his lips over those cheeks, but he knew he couldn't do that. Not without messing everything up. Not even under the pretense of a mistletoe.

The sun came up too quickly, bringing more warmth with it and ruining their snuggle session. Dean knew he should get up and go bring them water, find more food and a way off this island, but since Cas didn't say a word and didn't move back, maybe it would be okay to stay like this. Just for a little bit. Just for a few more minutes.